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    The Enemy Within: The Way to Freedom, #4
    The Enemy Within: The Way to Freedom, #4
    The Enemy Within: The Way to Freedom, #4
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    The Enemy Within: The Way to Freedom, #4

    By H.M. Clarke

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    Kalena awakes with no memory of who, or what, she is.

     

    A Dymarki family takes her in as one of their own and she works alongside them to help keep their home safe from the evil lowlanders.
    As she lives and works, she discovers that she has a power that is quickly growing within her. One that can help to defend her new-found people.
    But what will the cost of that power be to her 'unknown' searching friends?

    Embark on a journey filled with magical combat, bold heroes, and non-stop action in The Enemy Within, book 4 in The Way to Freedom series. H.M. Clarke weaves an unforgettable tale that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Get your copy now and join the adventure!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherH.M. Clarke
    Release dateNov 22, 2016
    ISBN9781536556810
    The Enemy Within: The Way to Freedom, #4
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    H.M. Clarke

    In a former life, H M Clarke has been a Console Operator, an ICT Project Manager, Public Servant, Paper Shuffler and an Accountant (the last being the most exciting.) She attended Flinders University in Adelaide, South Australia, where she studied for a Bachelor of Science (Chem), and also picked up a Diploma in Project Management while working for the South Australian Department of Justice. In her spare time, she likes to lay on the couch and watch TV, garden, draw, read, and tell ALL her family what wonderful human beings they are. She keeps threatening to go out and get a real job (Cheesecake Test Taster sounds good) and intends to retire somewhere warm and dry – like the middle of the Simpson Desert. For the time being however, she lives in Ohio and dreams about being warm…

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      The Enemy Within - H.M. Clarke

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      The person who says something is impossible should not interrupt the person who is doing it.

      -Arranian Proverb

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      Chapter one

      Who am I?

      She felt rough hands pawing at her and then felt something sawing away at her leg straps. But she was only vaguely aware of her surroundings. She tried to open her eyes but could not. It was as if her lashes were glued shut and the furious pounding in her temples made her give up the idea of opening her eyes all together.

      Then strong arms lifted her from the saddle and she felt herself lowered gently to the ground where a fur blanket was wrapped about her.

      Immediately she snuggled into it as she realized just how cold it was. Drifting to sleep, she could hear the frantic buzzing of voice messages flying around her mind. She could not quite hear them but she relaxed in her sleep knowing now that she was safe.

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      She awoke to complete darkness.

      Around her, she could feel the comforting tightness of fur blankets, and under her head was the softness of a pillow.

      She lay unmoving, just seeping in the comfort that was unusually being given her. But why unusually? She tried to remember why that thought came to her but could not.

      Opening her mouth in a large yawn, she pushed herself up on her elbows and blinked sleepily as she tried to see in the darkness.

      ‘How are you feeling?’

      She jumped at the sound of the male voice so close and slipped off of her elbows, collapsing onto the fur mattress. Sitting up fully this time, she glanced quickly about her to see who it was that spoke. Her eyes started to adjust to the gloom and could now make out the dark shapes of people sleeping around her. There was no snoring or other sleep-induced noises, only soft regular breathing that could only be heard if you truly focused on it.

      Where are you? She said softly as she peered into the darkness about her bed. The voice sounded as if it was spoken right into her ear. She raised her hands, which to her eyes, were only just discernible in the nighttime darkness, and began to move them slowly around her to see if she could at least feel whoever it was that spoke.

      ‘I am right here.’

      Something large and furry touched her on the shoulder and she quickly turned to look over her shoulder. An immense silhouette moved imperceptibly against the surrounding darkness, she could not make out any detail except that whoever it was carried a lot of bulk. She craned her neck up to look at what she thought was the man’s head. He was much taller than her as well.

      Who are you? She could not remember ever hearing this voice before. As she tried to churn through her mind, she had trouble trying to remember the sound of any voice except her own.

      ‘Who am I? I am known as Ghrista.’

      Ghrista’s shape loomed over her in the darkness as she moved herself slightly to get a better look at him.

      ‘And what is your name?’

      She opened her mouth to answer but could not. She had her name on the tip of her tongue and now it was gone. Frowning, she looked down at the blankets as if something in the darkness might remind her.

      I am, um… She turned to look at the shadow and tried again. I am, um… Blast it I can’t remember what my name is! Her voice echoed around the room and she quickly put her hands to her mouth as she looked around to see if she had disturbed anyone. But the shapes about her slept on oblivious to their talk.

      ‘You took a bad knock to the head a few days ago. We have tended it to the best of our ability, but you will need to see a physician to have it stitched up properly.’ Ghrista brushed a hand over her hair and it was then that she felt the tightness of the bandages around the crown of her head.

      ‘It looks as if you have lost a little of your memory as well. Can you remember anything at all about yourself?’

      Her brow again frowned in concentration as she tried to dredge anything at all from her mind. But over and over she came up with nothing. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks as the futility and frustration of the exercise suddenly struck her.

      I can’t remember a thing, a single thing before waking up a moment ago. Her voice was so soft that she barely heard it herself. But Ghrista placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, the fur of it tickling at her neck.

      ‘Your memory might come back in time. Patience is all that is needed.’

      Do you really think so? She latched onto the hope that Ghrista gave her. Not having any true memories except for this darkness made her wonder whether she was really here or the figment of someone else’s memory. Maybe she was a dream of Ghrista’s?

      She shook her head several times to rid herself of these thoughts. She felt very much flesh and blood and poked herself in

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